Dare to dream

There’s a place where all dreams go to die

Built upon the shackles of society

Nurtured by well meaning words spoken by snakelike tongues

Propped up

By pillars of self doubt and uncertainty

With a healthy sprinkling of what if it wasn’t meant to be

But all it takes to realise them all

Is to stand up

And defy


Never Have You Ever

If I told you there’d be no consequences

Would you do the things you wouldn’t dare to

For fear of failing, being misunderstood or talked about?

Write words straight from your heart

Without forcing your mind to filter them out?

Say stuff to people’s faces

that you’d kept bottled up for ages?

Sleep a good night’s sleep

Finally dreaming of your wildest ever desires?


Well then why let a small thing like consequences stop you?

Why a Poet #11

Whenever I’m one with nature

I feel poetry ebb and flow within me

Yet, I cannot pen down words

In awe of the splendour and grandiosity

It is only when I lay in bed

Awake at night

My pillow still wet from tears which should have long dried up

My bed still yearning for some warmth

And my body feeling cold even on a mid summer’s night

As cold as the heart which broke me

Is when I can write

Words flowing out

With great urgency

As if something would go rather amiss

If they weren’t spelt out right away

As if I need to empty myself of every single drop of them

Before sleep could be allowed to overtake me as a blessed relief

The frenzy with which my thoughts arrange themselves

The headiness of feelings described

Confuse and amaze me

Both at the same time

And I end up reversing the age old idiom

Of a lull before the storm



Sleep evades me

So you should brace yourself

For some mindless poetry

Rise Above

A spark ignited

Four centuries ago

Yet its embers


To burn down the future still

Created by God (whose versions in fact are of human design)

Rekindled by man

To prosper and reign

Temple or Mosque

They query

Why not both

I ask?

They were razed to the ground

Why can’t our hearts be raised instead?

Worship where your heart desires

And let’s douse some communal fires

Or ask yourself

Is your faith so weak

That it needs brick, mortar, statues and shapes of stone

For you to be able to proudly atone?

My heart cries today (and always) for my country which takes pride in its Constitution boldly proclaiming it a secular nation. My heart wrenches today for its people who’ve allowed murky politics to twist religion and brotherhood into an unrecognisable satire. I don’t usually comment on politics or religion but I cannot stay mum when people forget the basic tenet of all religions – brotherhood/kindness to fellow men/love thy neighbor. I say what if there was a Ram Mandir there earlier, do ruins of temples stop holding value for you? If a mosque stood there for 450 years and was broken down, does it cease to be a mosque now? Can the place not be both? Do you need a physical structure to be able to pray…I say let it be barren ground…let it stay as it is. For if you believe the land held a temple, you pray. And if you believe the land was always a mosque, you pray. Why not simply pray together? Look at the number of lives taken for us to decide which man gets the right to pray at a particular place when God resides within us all. What a shameful waste! You might call me an atheist and a non-believer for having said all of this, but tonight I know I’ll pray for all our souls.

Half Past Midnight

At half past midnight

I woke up in a fright

My chest felt tight

Better senses took flight

I’d left on a light

But it isn’t nearly as bright

I hope I’ll be alright

If I just sit tight

And squeeze my eyes shut with all my might

For it’s half past midnight

And there are nameless horrors

Within my sight

The Autumn of Life

We’re slowly but surely moving into autumn, it seems

My favourite plants are shedding leaves

Boughs drooping

As if reflecting my inner sadness

The skies are gloomier still

Interspersed with hues of grey

Trees, however, are on fire

Basking in their last glory

A swan song

Before it’s all gone

In one fell swoop

Leaving a barren shell

I think I’d much like to go out like that

In the autumn of life


Rise once more

Before returning to dust

Smile infectiously

Even if it’s a toothless one

Laugh heartily

So that it resounds

Live unapologetically

And maybe leave a mark

Love fully

So that the cup runneth over

Dance joyfully

Regardless of stepping on some sore toes

Let my scrawny, white hair down

Like fair Rapunzel’s crown

Yes, I think when comes the autumn of life

I’d like to show it a thing or two

What do you think you would do?

Windows to the Soul

I wish I had words for the visions in my head

I’d paint you a kaleidoscope of colours never seen before

I’d take you places ethereal and surreal

Like living a dream, I dare say

I’d write you a picture book

Capturing a million stories in a single glance

I’d show you a new world all around

Equal parts beautiful and terrible

Awe inspiring and frightening

Calming and excitedly rattling

Soothing salve and heartburn

But alas

My words would scarce suffice

So take a walk, will you, through my eyes?

Self Care Manual for Dummies Like Me

  1. Sleep early and sleep enough. Every night, for instance.

  2. Being bored is not equal to feeling hungry. Portion your meals and have them on time.

  3. Workout for 30 minutes (minimum) daily. Not for a summer or bikini bod but for a long, healthy life.

  4. Your body is a temple and your mind its reigning deity. Monitor what you consume, both physically and emotionally. Don’t eat crap, don’t take crap. Don’t drown yourself in tears pitying your existence while gorging on unholy amounts of french fries.

  5. Socialise. Share your time. Share pieces of yourself. Allow kindred spirits to enter your life. Allow yourself to be treated the way you actually deserve to be. Look at yourself from someone’s else’s perspective. It’s okay to have some alone time and well defined personal space but it’s equally important to get out of your comfort zone too.

Better functioning adults than me, please feel free to add to the list. Let’s all lift each other. There’s enough in this world to pull us down. Always remember the words of one very wise, albeit forgetful, fish, “Just keep swimming!”

Through My Eyes

I’ve never known beauty

As profound

As the raindrops wetting parched mud

As ink gushing out of a fountain pen’s nib

As a child’s laughter

As a mother’s heart

As a father’s embrace

As a brother’s banter

As a sister’s adoration

As love’s first moments shared in silence

As a bird’s chirping heralding a new day

As the twinkling of stars on a cloudless sky

As the sinking of sun across the shore

As your reflection beheld

In my teary eyes

In a Perfect World

In a perfect world

There’d still be pain

But it would hurt

A whole lot less

In a perfect world

There’d be an outpour of rain

After every devastating

forest fire

In a perfect world

I’d breathe through the ache

And bane

Of your existence

In a perfect world

You’d still be you

And I’d be me

But much stronger

In a perfect world

You’d break my heart

But there’d be


In a perfect world

We’d be able to see heaven

But there’d still be hell

To pay for.